Chapter 4-
Camille, Van Helsing, and Carl were in an inn in Rome. They had just arrived. It was past midnight and they were all tired out. Carl was snoring lightly on one of the two beds. Van Helsing stared out the window, then turned to face Camille.
"You may have the other bed if you're tired."
"Tired? Gargoyles never sleep," she told him, fluttering the wings she hid beneath her cloak. She stifled a yawn.
"You're only half gargoyle," he reminded her teasingly. They had become accustomed to one another on their journey to Rome.
"True. But then where will you sleep? With Carl?" she said to him in the same teasing tone. "Ahhh… So romantic a couple you two make."
Van Helsing ignored this. "I'm used to sleeping on the floor."
"Well, so am I!"
"You're so much like Anna that it's not even funny," Van Helsing snapped.
Camille blinked. "Anna? The one we are going to rescue… Is she your lover?"
Silence.
"Yes, I suppose," he said. "We were going to be but she died. I-I killed her by accident when I was a werewolf. Then- well I don't exactly know what happened, either, but she came back to life. I think it was because of our love…" Van Helsing blushed. "Anyway, the vampires came back and took her away. Along with Carl's friend, Vivienne. I don't know how they came back to life, though…"
"I do," Camille said in her usual soft voice. "The vampire who killed Frankenstein brought her siblings back to life. I remember her. She didn't look like Aleera, Marishka, or Verona. She was the most beautiful one, too. I believe she leads the vampires now."
Van Helsing looked at Camille and sank onto the empty bed. "Is there anything else you haven't told me that I should know?"
Camille sat down beside him and looked at him for a minute. They both looked away. "I- nothing, nothing at all."
"You're starting to sound like Carl," Van Helsing told her, teasing again.
"Maybe, but you can't boss me around, Gabriel Van Helsing," Camille said, suddenly standing up. "I'm going around Rome for a midnight flight. I haven't stretched my wings in days.
The monster hunter tossed her her sword. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Be careful," was all that he said.
…
Vivienne sat in a room with a glass stained window. She had no clue where she was, but it seemed like a giant church. She had seen the vampires kill all the monks and many others. That traitor who had called herself Anna led the vampires. For she was a vampire herself. One who looked almost exactly like the real Anna Valerious. Vivienne had given up wondering how this could be and now wondered how many more days she would stay alive.
The vampires were working on making more of their own kind. Some of them had just gone hunting. For anything with blood.
…
Camille flew across the Italian skies. She had been thinking about all she had been through until she saw three black streaks fly across the sky. Too big to be birds.
Vampires. They were flying toward her fast. They had smelled the human blood running through her veins.
